Hello :)

Sorry I haven't updated for a little while. Things have been a tad hectic. But, I've managed to squeeze a lil update into my schedule, so hopefully that's a good thing.

Once again, a few notes to accompany the chapter:

1.) Naomi has been doing all of the chasing up until this point and i was concerned this was making Emily seem a little bit weak. Because we all know, she's definitely not.

2.) Emily wouldn't really let Naomi just have her way now, would she?

3.) Thanks for all the reviews and favourites and subscriptions. They're so very encouraging. Keep them up please? You guys are awesome.

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Naomi's mind was on the verge of imploding. Emily was overloading all of her senses. The taste of Emily was so overwhelming, her soft lips nipping gently at Naomi's before becoming bolder, more aggressive as she allowed Naomi to slide her tongue past her own into her mouth. Naomi tasted her frantically, her passion making her clumsily tug at Emily's lower lip, hearing the girl groan as she gently bit down. She couldn't pin-point the moment when she stopped feeling the rain. It was as if the intensity of the kiss had siphoned off everything else. She felt Emily's hand reach for her head, slipping round to tangle in her hair, pulling her face closer towards her, kissing her relentlessly. Her own hands ran from Emily's waist to her shoulders, clutching at their delicate shape, holding her there in front of her, before running them back down her sides. She felt Emily tremble beneath her hands, reassured that she felt just as overwhelmed, just as alight.

Several times Emily's mind had demanded of her: 'what are you doing?!' and each time Emily had sternly silenced it. She clung to Naomi desperately, kissing her fiercely, her fists clenching in Naomi's hair. Naomi moaned softly into Emily's mouth as she felt the grip in her hair tighten. It was too much: the explosion of electric energy in her stomach, the lust-filled desperation, the way her very being throbbed at Naomi's touch. 'What are you doing?!' her brain asked one last time. And Emily stilled, unable give a justified answer.

Naomi felt Emily's lips withdraw from her, but kept her eyes closed a fraction longer, partly in anticipation of Emily's return, partly because she couldn't organise her thoughts enough to operate her eyelids. Slowly, Emily's hands slid from her shoulders, and Naomi opened her eyes.

Emily stood in front of her, her finger tips softly touching her own lips, her eyes wide, their gaze fixed on Naomi's mouth. Naomi ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Emily took in a deep ragged breath.

A bolt of lightning shook Naomi's realisation back to the fact it was still raining, and they were still stood out in it. Wordlessly, she turned from Emily and started to walk back in the direction of the house. She didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to get out of the sodding rain. A harsh, mocking clap of thunder shook the sky. Naomi tried not to visibly wince, but her pace quickened.

For the first time that day, Emily let Naomi lead the way. She had only gone wrong by a few meters, veering in the wrong direction enough to utterly confuse her. She wiped her hair from her eyes and chewed her bottom lip. How could she have let this happen? She was older, wiser, stronger, more self-aware and independent and yet had crumbled at Naomi Campbell's touch just as readily her younger self. Did she really have that little self control? Did she really value herself that little?

They arrived back at the house to find the majority of the guest list crowded into the main open-plan living room. The windows had steamed up from their pointless breath, and Naomi just wanted to be as far away from all of them as possible.

Most pairs of eyes turned to look at the two bedraggled girls that squelched into the room, hair wet and straggled, make-up running down their faces, clothes reaching an indecent level of see-through.

'Emily?' asked a concerned voice.

Naomi did nothing to disguise her eye roll as Nat rushed up to the soaking Fitch.

'Where have you been? What happened?'

'Outside,' Emily answered absently, 'It rained.'

'I know it did hun.'

Naomi flinched at the pet-name.

'Come on, you must be freezing, let's get you dry.' Nat shot a look at Naomi as if it was her fault. Technically, it was, but it was rude of her to assume. 'You too,' she added, guiding Emily by the shoulders out of the room.

Katie managed to catch Naomi's eye as she followed Emily out of the room. Katie's lips curved into a smirk as she took in the state of her.

'Like what you see darlin'?' Naomi shot at her, with a wink.

Katie's smile immediately disappeared and she turned her attention back to the crowd of men she was currently entertaining.

****

Nat had pointed out towels, shower-knobs and hair-products, asked Emily if she wanted any help, and, receiving an answer to the negative, had left. Emily sat down on the side of the bath. Naomi looked around for another available seat, sighed and sat down on the toilet. Emily looked at her perched on the porcelain bowel, smirked for a second, and then remembered what had just happened and all amusement left her face.

Naomi looked around, desperately wishing she'd stayed out alone in the rain.

'Nice bathroom,' she said eventually.

'Yeah,' Emily agreed, barely listening.

'I like the paintings,' Naomi continued, trying to avoid the ringing silence that threatened to engulf the room.

'Yeah,' Emily agreed again, flatly.

'Except that one,' Naomi continued. 'Still life? Talk about boring. Who'd want a picture of apples in a bowl?'

Emily looked in the direction of the painting. She sniggered softly. 'Naomi, I don't think those are apples.'

Naomi squinted at the painting, 'What else could they possibly ... oh,' she realised, 'boobs. Lovely.'

She noticed Emily was shivering.

'Jesus Christ Em,' she muttered standing up and walking over to the small girl, 'Get in the fucking shower.'

Emily looked up at Naomi, her eyes wide like those of a startled animal.

'What?' Naomi asked reflexively. 'Oh for fuck's sake Em, relax! I'm not going to get in the sodding shower with you just because we got all gropey in the rain. Jesus, you're so presumptuous,' Naomi tried to joke.

Emily blinked in response.

Perhaps mention of the groping was not the most tactful of approaches.

Emily seemed to withdraw into herself. Perched on the side of the bath she looked to fucking tiny, so insecure and fragile, so heart-breakingly helpless.

Naomi sighed as she felt the familiar pang of guilt. She was so very good at hurting Emily, she wondered why she didn't just get her degree in that: Naomi Campbell BA Hons Unintentional girlfriend grief.

She sat down next to Emily and nudged her softly. 'Come on Ems, you'll feel better once you've had a shower. Plus, you'll smell less, and that's something we'd all be grateful for.'

Emily allowed herself a smile, 'Cheeky cow,' she said, nudging Naomi back.

Naomi inwardly congratulated herself for the positive reaction. 'Good, so it's settled. You'll wash.' She stood up and squelched to the door. Her hand made contact with the cool metal of the door handle. Her arm was bracing itself to pull the door open towards her. She was so close to getting out, so close to being free and walking away until –

'Where are you going.'

It wasn't really a question. It wasn't really anything. It was just four words. Four words expertly formed to make Naomi turn right back around and return to the smaller girl's side.

'I'm leaving you to shower,' Naomi said, telling herself more than Emily.

'Don't go.'

Naomi bit her lip. 'Ems, I'm not sure you're familiar with the process of showering. It's usually done naked. That means no clothes. That means you in no clothes,' Naomi paused, trying to move on from that point. 'That means I should most definitely not be present.'

Emily merely looked at her. The quiet, shrunken Emily that was perched on the bath a few seconds ago had completely vanished, replaced with a distinctly more vibrant, confident and, quite frankly, annoyed incarnation of the Fitch.

'No clothes,' Naomi repeated in a small voice.

She could swear a sparkle of amusement flickered across Emily's serious face. Naomi narrowed her eyes.

'Naomi,' the newly confident Emily said seriously, 'You may think you can just bounce around plying me with champagne and kiss me, then get me lost in a storm and kiss me, and then just fucking leave.'

'Technically, you got lost-' Naomi began, but Emily held up her hand to silence her.

'Well tough. You can't. You're not getting off that easy. You're going to stay right fucking there. And we're going to fucking talk about this.'

Naomi rolled her eyes, 'Fine,' she huffed, 'But I don't see why I have to stay here why you shower.'

'Because the second you get out of that door you'll fucking leave,' Emily told her sternly, 'I know you Naomi. I still know you. You leave. And this time I'm not letting you.'

Naomi sat down heavily on the toilet, sulkily crossing her legs and arms. '... bitch,' she muttered.

Emily smiled to herself. She began to pull her soaking top from her wet body.

Naomi's eyes widened and she immediately whipped round to face away from the stripping girl.

'Emily!' She chastised, staring intently at the wall. She heard the material drop heavily to the floor. She closed her eyes, willing herself to continue facing the opposite direction.

She heard more shuffling, and a pair of tights landed soggily beside her.

'Okay those are your tights. Which means you're ...' she couldn't bring herself to say it, 'and that's fine. We're all friends here. It's just boobs. Everyone's got them. Well, not everyone. Most men haven't. Well some men do but they're often less than appealing.'

'Naomi? Shut up,' Emily requested sweetly.

She heard the squeaking of wet feet on porcelain and the metallic scraping of curtain rings on a rail before the sound of water began. She thankfully turned round, knowing Emily was safely behind a curtain. She struggled to not let her eyes linger on the flickering silhouette that ran its hands over its body behind the privacy of that thin, flimsy curtain.

She stood up and walked over to the small window in the bathroom. It looked back over the fateful grounds that had caused this whole situation. Naomi knew she deserved this punishment: Imprisonment in a luxurious bathroom with a naked and infuriatingly stubborn girl. There were, of course, worse places to be imprisoned, Naomi mused, smiling to herself.

She leaned her head against the window and watched the rivulets of water trickle down the pane, lead by indecisive beads that flickered one way and then another, criss-crossing the glass in a beautiful, shaky pattern before terminating their journey in a dirty puddle on the window ledge. The ground was taking a hammering, the earth beneath the grass churning, the flowers unable to lift their heavy heads under the unrelenting downpour.

Naomi sighed. Everything will look so clean after the storm.